Inevitably
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It's started to bleed
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and couldn't be stopped
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that's justice.
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Incredible luck
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to lift and be struck
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a curious thing.
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a moment to think
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before we both sink
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that beauty's a lie, told sweetly
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and don't be afraid
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don't be afraid
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don't be afraid
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does this look like that?
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(my bumpkin boy)
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how cruel you get
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i've started again
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(my bumpkin boy)
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to miss your head
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What carnage you've left
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(my bumpkin boy)
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and now we're dead
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Remember your flesh
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(my bumpkin boy)
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to see you explain
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your soul's on rest
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what kind of brine is this
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dry your, dry your eyes
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the saltiest water
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if burning flesh means
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finding the one
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does this look like there
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(my bumpkin boy)
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how cruel you get
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i've started again
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(my bumpkin boy)
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to miss you again
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What carnage you've left
|
(my bumpkin boy)
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and now we're dead
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Remember your flesh
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(my bumpkin boy)
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to see you explain
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(flesh is heretic. my body is a witch; i am burning it)
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my bumpkin boy
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what carnage you've left
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i've started again
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my bumpkin boy
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to miss your head
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my bumpkin boy
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The Heretic
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| The Sound Of Animals Fighting |
